Quicksand

The darkness in my life has returned like night

Everything is all wrong; nothing seems right

Everywhere I look and everywhere I go

I feel pain inside 'cause that's all I know

There is no one here to help me out

Because everything they say is filled with doubt

Sometimes they listen; sometimes they don't

Sometimes they help; most times they won't

I wish I had someone that would understand

Who could save my life 'cause it's in quicksand

It's sinking very slow until it's out of sight

And it will sink even faster if I struggle or fight

Are you that person who will understand?

Will you reach out with a helping hand?

Will you save me from the quicksand?

I hope so, because I'm sinking real slow

Copyright ©1998 by Joshua Sutton

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